I went looking for my body
amidst the mangled mess of memories
beyond thorned hedges of fear
where my mind chases balloons
along a rocky beach.
But I came back with
skins of sand
strong enough to hug the wavess
and not break
I came back with eyes
that do not fear the face of death….
[All the poems in this Inktober series are unfinished, rough drafts that will be deleted once the month is over. Thank you]